The old man drove the carriage up and down, and after passing the most crowded road section, he began to shuttle smoothly and quickly through the wide streets of Hanyang City.
Two-quarters of an hour later, the carriage arrived at Yexiang Street. Both sides of the street were lined with teahouses, teahouses, tea shops, etc., with stores of various sizes. The street was filled with a strong aroma of tea, and there were many tourists walking in from time to time.
Choose your favorite tea from the shops on both sides of the street.
"Mr. Lang, what kind of tea do you want to buy? Better or ordinary." The old man slowed down the carriage and asked.
"Where can I buy the best tea?" Liu Yu replied.
"If you want to buy good tea, go to "Dragon Leaf Tea House", the best tea house in Hanyang City. Most of the dignitaries buy tea there. There are all kinds of tea, the tea is good, but the price is too expensive." The old man said. "Old man, let's go to Longye Tea House." Liu Yu leaned on the carriage, looking very relaxed.
"Hey~~" The old man pulled the reins, and the carriage stopped in front of an exquisite teahouse. The teahouse had a spacious door with more than ten shop doors connected to it. It was filled with a dazzling array of colorful tea leaves.
Liu Yu gave the old man five taels of silver as a deposit and asked him to wait outside the store. Liu Yu decided to rent the old man's carriage.
Liu Yu entered the Longye Tea House. Although the waiter introduced many famous teas from various places, he was not impressed. Seeing this, the tea house manager personally stepped forward to recommend Liu Yu. After the conversation, when Liu Yu took out a thousand taels of silver notes,
He was invited to the private room on the third floor. The shopkeeper of the tea house asked him to fetch three kinds of famous tea from the town and brew them one by one for Liu Yu to taste.
Liu Yu finally chose a famous tea called "Longyou Hongpao" from three famous teas. The leaves of this tea are green-brown in color, with green leaves edged with red. After brewing, the soup color is bright orange-yellow, and the leaves are alternately red and green.
, the aroma is fragrant, and after a sip, the aftertaste is refreshing, and the fragrance lingers.
Liu Yu was carrying tens of thousands of taels of silver notes and wanted to buy more, but the output of "Longyan Red Robe" was low and the inventory of Longye Tea House was not much. The tea house sold Liu Yu five packs of hard-covered "Dragon Red Robe".
"Red Robe" cost three thousand taels of silver.
After coming out of Longye Tea House, it was still early. Liu Yu sat in the old man's carriage and wandered around the bustling streets of Hanyang City. He bought some fruits, dried meat and other food. He would continue on the road tomorrow. Liu Yu didn't want to eat that coarse food anymore.
Pancakes.
The old man was very talkative. Liu Yu learned from the chat that the old man's surname was Wang. He was in his seventies and in his seventies. He had been working hard all year round and was in good health and looked very energetic.
Old man Wang is a native of Hanyang City. His wife fell ill and passed away. He has two sons and one daughter at home. The eldest son has married a wife and divided the family. The daughter has also married.
Old Man Wang's youngest son is a scholar, named "Wang Bo". He is in his early twenties and has not yet married. Last year, he was admitted to the "Tongsheng" examination, which made Old Man Wang extremely happy. The college teacher praised his second son Wang Bo, article,
My poems are very good. I just need to study hard and take the college exam next year. Maybe I will become a high school scholar.
Old man Wang got up early and worked hard at night, driving a simple carriage pulled by two old horses, looking for work everywhere in Hanyang City. All the money he earned was used to support his younger son's studies at the college, daily paper, ink, pen and inkstone, food and drink.
It’s all a big expense.
Old Man Wang lived frugally and lived an extremely hard life, but he was full of energy and cheerful all day long. Old Man Wang had always hoped that Wang Bo would be admitted as a scholar and honor his ancestors. If the Wang family could produce an official, he, Old Man Wang, would be tired.
I am willing to die.
"Mr. Wang, I'm not going to go shopping anymore. I'll send you back to the Taoist temple next time!" Liu Yu said when he saw that the sky was getting dark.
"Mr. Lang, are you going to the Taoist temple at this hour? It's already the time. The Taoist temple is about to close. Where will you stay? I will send you back directly!" Old Man Wang said puzzledly.
"Oh! There must be relatives still in the Taoist temple!" Old Man Wang continued.
Liu Yu smiled and said nothing. Old Man Wang took it as his acquiescence and waved the reins to speed up the carriage. The road back to the Taoist Temple was still very crowded, but it was much better than at noon. Most of them were returning.
Pilgrims.
Soon, the carriage returned to the square of Hanyang Taoist Temple. The square was crowded with people and very noisy.
"Mr. Lang, you go pick me up. The old man is waiting here. I put the things in the carriage and can't throw them away." Old man Wang said cheerfully when he saw Liu Yu taking out the dried meat he bought in the afternoon from the carriage to eat.
Liu Yu smiled, took off the storage bag hanging from his waist, used magic to make it bigger, took out the food he bought from the carriage one by one, and put it into a storage bag the size of a rice bag.
"Lang Jun, you..." Old Man Wang's eyes widened and he was speechless for a moment.
"Old Wang, thank you today. This is my sincere thought." Liu Yu took out a hundred-tael silver note and handed it to Old Man Wang and said.
"This, this can't be done, it can't be done." Old man Wang quickly excused himself.
"Just think of it as an advance congratulations to "Brother Wang" for his high school entrance examination." Liu Yu directly handed the banknote to Old Man Wang and said with a smile.
"What a Taoist man!" Old Man Wang said with emotion as he watched Liu Yu step into the Taoist temple.
Old man Wang always thought that Liu Yu was a rich man who came to visit Hanyang City.
After an afternoon of contact, I felt that this rich man was gentle and generous, and I secretly thought that Liu Yu must be from a scholarly and famous family.
It wasn't until Liu Yu finally took out the magical fairy bag that he realized that Liu Yu was actually a real cultivator in the Taoist temple.
Liu Yu returned to the wing of the Taoist temple and rested for half an hour. Then someone called and he followed the others to the back door of the Taoist temple to gather.
There is a row of tall and gorgeous carriages parked outside the door. Each carriage is pulled by four pure-colored horses. The carriage carriages are covered with red silk on all sides. The roof is inlaid with gold and jade. There are two curtains, one with pearl curtains and one with pearls.
White satin hanging curtain, embroidered with a purple peony.
Purple peony is the national flower of Yue, symbolizing the prosperity and well-being of the country. Liu Yu also learned about it not long ago. When strolling on the street in the afternoon, this flower was used to decorate the walls, doors, windows, clothes and other corners. Liu Yu was curious
Only after asking Old Man Wang a question did I know the meaning of the purple peony.
The carriage is spacious, with a soft red carpet at the bottom. There is a small wooden table in the middle. On the small table are tea sets and a small incense burner. The incense burner is emitting a faint fragrance of flowers. The tribute tea "Tieguanyin" is brewed in a white jade teapot.
Very luxurious.
After everyone arrived, the carriages came to the door one after another. The coachman's deputy opened the curtain. Each carriage only carried five people. Soon, everyone got on the carriage.
Dozens of royal guardsmen, riding armored war horses and wearing golden bright armor, opened the way in front of the formation. More than a dozen carriages, connected end to end, moved forward slowly. On both sides of the carriage, hundreds of people wearing silver bells and armor
The imperial infantry, holding red cherry spears, formed a long line to protect the convoy in the middle, and trotted forward with the convoy.
More than a dozen purple peony carriages, surrounded by many royal guards, marched toward the palace in a mighty manner. Pedestrians on the street hurriedly got out of the way and stood on both sides, pointing at the carriages and whispering to each other. Such a huge formation